Title: My Little Dragon

Background: This is from Narcissa's Point of View.

Disclaimer: JKR owns all...

Specific to this chapter: This is an introductory chapter...mostlyexplaining how she and Lucius ended up together, so it's more of a prologue really, since the story shall mostly revolve around Narcissa and a mother's love. I can foresee how some people may be skeptical of certain parts of this chapter, given the nature of Lucius Malfoy, and his...er... we shall just say he gets what he wants... Still, he is, if nothing else, a man of propriety (sort of)...at least in my mind.

Notes: I needed to do something that was not-Snapey though he may make an appearance, later, as he does know the Malfoys. So I hope my stab at another character rings true.

Comments are welcomed and appreciated...


My name is Narcissa Black Malfoy. My story is not an incredible one. I would not expect for anyone to want to hear it. The only distinguishing feature of my tale is that it is mine, and to me that makes all the difference.

I grew up well adjusted enough with my two older sisters Andy and Bella, who often fussed about me because I was the baby of the family. I attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which was to be expected, as I come from a Pureblood family. I received rather high marks at school if I do say so myself, and had many friends.

After school, just like during, I had more than my fair share of suitors. I just wasn't very interested in them. I was being pushed by my family to find a suitable husband from an upstanding family. Bella especially was vehement about this, as she always fretted that I was going to wind up old and alone with 25 cats, or at least that's what she told me.

That was when she introduced to me her acquaintance, Lucius Malfoy. He was a very handsome fellow, and, I admit, I was instantly attracted to him. Unfortunately, he did not take much of a notice of me. This was bothersome, as I'm accustomed to men fawning over me. He seemed always preoccupied with other things though, and barely glanced my way.

At this point, I daresay that I became a bit silly. I followed Bella about just for the off chance that he would stop by to visit her. I was hoping that he might notice me, and maybe ask me out, or at least talk to me, or even smile at me…anything. I suppose I became a little obsessed with him, and I expect that's because I've never had a man ignore me so completely. Had he fallen down and kissed my boots I may not have given him a second glance.

The first time he talked to me – other than when we met – was at Bella's house. He was sitting in the parlor, looking menacingly bored, as usual. I sat across from him, right in his line of vision, trying to look pretty and graceful. He asked me, or in retrospect I should say ordered me, to get him a glass of wine.

I happily complied, thankful that I could be of some use to him. When I returned with the goblet, he took it and flashed me a wicked smirk. I was not sure what he meant by it, and I do admit that it made me a bit uneasy. Still, he asked me out on a date a few moments later.

"We're going out to dinner, Friday," I believe were his exact words.

Our first date was lovely, I must say. He was the perfect gentleman. He picked me up promptly when he said he would. He impressed my parents immensely with wit and charm. They seemed so pleased that such a refined gentleman would be calling on their daughter. He did seem a bit bored when we were conversing over dinner. Consequently, that just seemed to spur me on more. I tried even harder to make him find me as fascinating as I found him.

When he brought me back to my parent's manor, he kissed my hand properly, and bowed low, saying that he would like to see me again soon. My heart, of course, was aflutter, but I managed to demurely agree to see him again, without acting like a fool.

We continued to see each other, although not as frequently as I would have liked. He was gone on business for long periods of time, and I did not even know where he was going, or what he did. He was a very private person, and spoke harshly to me if I asked information that he did not share freely.

He was always the perfect gentleman, never stepping a toe over the line. Unlike some of the naughty schoolboys who I'd dated in my youth, he didn't so much as even hold my hand. I respected him for it.

Our relationship grew quite serious, and there was a buzz in the society – I couldn't help but hear it – that he was courting me, and intended to marry me. I was so pleased the day I heard the news that I thought I would burst with pride and excitement. He was such a respectable man, and older and more worldly than I. I could not think of a more perfect mate.

The first time he kissed my face was on the cheek. His lips were cold. I blushed in spite of myself. Then he walked me to the door, and bid me farewell for the evening. I didn't see him for two weeks.

During those two weeks I heard rumors that Lucius had been seen in the company of another woman. I was livid. I had much time to stew about it, as he did not bother to send me so much as an owl to see how I was doing.

When he finally arrived at my door, I asked him where he had been. He was angry at the question, but I didn't care. I was still fuming about this other woman, though he did not realize that I knew about that. He told me that what he did was none of my business.

Then I confronted him about what I had heard. His hand flew so fast that

I didn't register I was going to be struck until my face was stinging. I let a tear slip from my eye, more out of sheer embarrassment than of pain. He looked at me calculatingly, and wiped away my tear, almost tenderly. I nearly flinched at that, but I was afraid to. Then he apologized and told me that I should not vex him so, for he was under a lot of stress. He also said that I looked lovely when I cried. I think it was the first compliment he ever gave me.

I have never questioned him about another woman since, although rumors have cropped up now and again. It wounds me, but we made a deal that day, and I accepted it by not breaking off our relationship. He did what he liked, and I did not interfere, or else there would be pain. Generally, I have kept up my end of the bargain.

Soon, he did propose, in the proper manner. I accepted, thinking that I would finally have him to myself if we were married, and there would be no more problems. If he could have me however he wanted, why would he need another woman? Still, I felt more trepidation towards him than previously. There was a dark cloud hanging over our wedding day, I wondered if 'tying the knot' wasn't that of a noose.

Yet he was handsome, and my family was very pleased with the clever selection that I had made, as was his family with me. Everyone told me what an exquisite bride I would make, and how I should produce many beautiful Pureblood Heirs.

I did intend to do that, as I have a soft spot for children. I especially wanted a little girl that I could dress in fanciful gowns, and raise to be a proper lady like myself. I knew Lucius would want boys, heirs, to continue his legacy. I wanted a large family, so this suited me just fine.

On my wedding day, I know I shone. I was the pre-eminent virginal bride. I wore the finest gown anyone had ever seen, and white flowers were cascading down my flowing blond hair. I'd never been so radiant. Lucius, also looked exceedingly handsome in his dark dress robes, his hair pulled back in a neat black ribbon. If there was any shadow on that day it was that Lucius never told me that I looked beautiful. I knew I did, so that was good enough. Still it would have been nice to hear from him.

It could have been mistaken for a fairy tale, except for the Happily Ever After Part. That was the minor detail that fate seemed to leave out.